I lean against the wall 
                    And watch her wrestle with her mind. 
                    Knowing what the darkness brings 
                    All thoughts of forbidden things 
                    All the craving needs 
                    All the fears and the what ifs 

                    I feel the struggle too 
                    Though My face is calm outside 
                    But the beast is there and shifting 
                    Stretching, twisting, 
                    Hot to ride. 
                    I know I can't subdue it, 
                    I'm not Master of Myself. 
                    So I try to pick the patterns 
                    And feed it just enough 

                    But the fear is always there 
                    That this time the beast will win 
                    That when this ride is over 
                    There will be no more of "me" 
                    Just a husk that's drained of passion 
                    And the howling of the wind. 

                    So, 
                    Squatting, 
                    In your dreams 
                    With green flamed eyes, 
                    A half remembered kiss 
                    And a half-forgotten smile. 

                    Control is a fine thing 
                    Especially 
                    When you 
                    lose 
                    it. 



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